You, Y/N , live a normal life. You're a normal girl. JUST KIDDING OOPS sorry for lying ur a wierd ass bitch that just wants to be understood but u got it under control <\3
Than your added to a group chat...
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐯�...
Later on in the week Y/N sat on her couch doing school work. "The fuck even is math.." she shook her head sighing. " Two more quarters. only two." She checked her phone, deciding to text the chat. -Y/N is online.- Y/N: When math won't math
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Jeff: How many apples did I buy Y/N: 100 bitch. Jeff: Damn I'm healthy. Ben: Damn straight Y/N: Damn gay Holy shit fr feels like somebody's watching me bro
Y/N put her phone down without responding as the feeling of being watched got worse. "The hell..." Walking to her window, Y/N peeked outside. "SHIT-" falling to her knees Y/N held her head in her hands. As soon as she looked outside her head had started pounding, as if she had dropped a weight on it. "Ow..ow ow ow.."
Slowly and shakily standing up, Y/N moved to the kitchen to get a water. "If this damn headache stays longer than 5 minutes.. fuck my luck...." She chugged half a cold water before sitting down on the counter. What was the chance? Almost getting killed than getting a splitting headache. "I hate this.."
Grabbing her phone from her pocket she got back on the chat.
Y/N: Damn my head just started pounding like as soon as I looked outside. Fuck my luck 🖕🖕🖕
Jeff: Haha loser
Masky: probably got a cold.
BEN: Shut up masky go hang out with ur bff hoodie or smth
Jeff:yeah 😎😎😎
Masky: Hoodies on a mission in town?? And you guys are idiots. So I don't have a problem leaving.
-masky left.-
Y/N got up slowly moving to the bathroom for an advil. "Ugh." She swallowed the tablet dry and sat down on the cold floor, leaning her head on the even colder side of the bathtub. What was going on? Sure she got headaches sometimes, but never this bad. Never where it hurt to move, never to wear the pain was so mad it made her nauseous. Than her ears began to ring. It was loud, and horrible. She could hardly hear above it. She winced and covered her ears, tears begining to form in her eyes.
"Whyyyyyyyyyy-'' just plan my funeral now, she thought, holding her eyes shut tight. Than a bang.
Than footsteps. Fast ones.
Y/Ns eyes widened. It was probably jack, here to finish what he had started. Here to kill her, and eat her for lunch. "Shit shit shit!" She climbed into the bathtub, holding her hands to her ears and rocking back and forth."no no no no no..." She heard the bathroom door slam open as a distant voice called out her name. But it wasn't in a terrifying, or seducing way. It was almost as if they were worried.however, Y/N paid no attention, continuing to stay silent.
The curtain pulled back as Y/N prepared for the worst, but when she looked up a wave of relief, and embarrassment, set in.
"Hoodie."
After helping her climb out of the bathtub and brushing her off slightly, hoodie looked Y/N up and down in concern.
"I saw the texts. I thought you'd be dead." Y/Ns eyes widened."dead? Why would I be dead from a headache?" Hoodie shook his head. " You wouldn't know." Than a memory popped into her brain from that eventful day. Masky telling her about some person,or thing, that controlled them and would kill her. "Your boss." Hoodie stared at her, eyes shocked behind his mask. "Oh-yeah-you do know. Ok." .
Y/N just shrugged and rubbed her head. "So like, I'm gonna die?" "Probably." She weighed. "Great.. should've just let it happen the other day." He flicked her head, laughing. "Oh yeah, your 'delusional' state." He joked, using air quotes around delusional. "So you believe me?" "Yeah, jack literally stabbed me once after I got a paper cut. Wierd ass." Y/N laughed quietly. She was gonna die.
Hoodie got quiet and looked down at her. "Come on, let's go to the living room. I think you need to sit down." He guided her to the living room. "Are your ears ringing?" "Yeah. Bad." "Are you hearing Static?" "Static-?no." Hoodie looked around nervously. "I'm gonna get in a lot of trouble for this. Worth it." He rubbed where she assumed his eyes were under his mask and sighed. "Those idiots. Didn't even realize the signs." Y/N bit her cheek. "So like, is there anyway I can NOT die?"
He thought for a moment. "You could kill someone. And join us." "Ew. I almost threw up just from this headache. Bloods not my thing." He shook his head. "Your gonna get a lot more. Probably became actually delusional. Than your gonna die."
"Fuuuuuu-" y/n groaned and leaned against the back of the couch. "Im gonna die. I'm gonna dieeeeeee."she leaned on hoodies shoulder, resting her head. "If I kill your boss does that count?" "He can hear you." "Shit."
Y/N bit at her lip until it bled, anxiety filling her thoughts. She was going to die. And this time, there was nothing she could do to change it. The headache had died down a bit by now, thankfully."how long?" She whispered after about 10 minutes. "Huh?" Hoodie replied. He had zoned out. "How long do I have?" Hoodie spoke in a soft tone. "Oh..there's no way of knowing. It always changes."
"You and Tim are complete opposites, you know. He would've just told me next time he saw me like, 'hey! Your gonna die! Just a heads up!' than walked away or something." Hoodie laughed quietly. "Yeah. That's fair". He turned to her, and she thought for a moment. " Why don't you ever take your mask off?" "You've only seen me twice don't get ahead of yourself." "Fine." They shared a laugh and hoodie looked down at her, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.
"Your gonna have to make a decision eventually. Kill or be killed." Y/N nodded, pursing her lips. "Yeah." Slowly and carefully, hoodie leaned forward and gave Y/N a tight hug. Warm. That's the word Y/N would use to describe it. "I need to go." He furrowed his eyebrows. "He's getting mad. If you get another headache, go to the doctor. Tell them your have headaches, and include hearing of seeing things, they'll give you medicine that'll help better." His tone was rushed, almost scared. Before Y/N could reply, he rushed out of the house. She was alone again.
